A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 257 Talent is a hard indicator

  The more she said that, the more Gao Zhan couldn't help crying.

  Lu Jingzhi: Heh, man, it’s made of water.

  Melancholy, melancholy.

   Gao Zhan burst into tears like a flood, and Lu Jingzhi, who was crying, dared not leave directly, for fear that he would just pass by.

  For so many years, he has been burdened with the expectations of his mother and younger brother, studying hard. He is human and can get tired, but whenever he wants to rest, he thinks of his mother with red eyes.

  But regardless of the fame and fame piled up by the upper class with money, talent is also a hard indicator.

  Scholars don’t understand why scumbags can’t learn it, and scumbags don’t understand why scumbags can learn it quickly.

  Lu Jingzhi was not considered a top student back then, but he was not considered a scumbag either.

  She is a person with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor.

  Hobbies and a three-minute passion for novelty took up most of her time, and her academic performance was loose, barely hanging on the belt of the class average.

Affected by her family, she didn't feel much about her grades since she was a child. When Xueba was faced with a full score of 100 and he got a score of 99 in the test, Lu Jingzhi dared to hand in the paper with a score of 69 and said that she was in the exam room. Some fell asleep for two minutes and it was time to hand in the paper when they opened their eyes.

  She did not take part in the most thrilling college entrance examination.

  Now Gao Zhan, who looks as if the sky is falling down, can't quite understand.

  People are not perfect.

  If you fail the exam once, you will be next time.

   If you fail the exam next time, you will pass the next time.

  After two or three times, if you find that your IQ is really flawed and you can’t take another step, then do something else.

  Scholars have more outlets than farmers.

  Being a teacher, being an accountant, copying and writing... Maybe there will be no way to soar in the future, but it will not be a complete failure.

   Gao Zhan knew that his current appearance was ugly.

  The wind blows, taking away the tears on the cheeks, it hurts.

  At home, my mother would cry because life was too hard, and my younger brother would cry because he caused trouble and was beaten by him, but he had forgotten when was the last time he shed tears.

  My peers already have fathers.

  He is now squatting in front of an eleven-year-old girl and crying like a dog because he failed to pass the exam.

   But the soul seems to be cut.

   Gao Zhan couldn't stop his tears.

  He has walked through so many years with the heavy expectations of his family, stumbled and never knelt down. He thought that the darkness was about to usher in the light, but this time it was his last stand.

   This is not just a question of failing the exam.

   In the next year, he still won't get the government's monthly subsidy for scholars.

   Still have to buy a lot of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

   Still have to ask his family to tighten their belts again to make up for his travel expenses.

  In case you fail the exam next year...

  I don't know how long these things have been backlogged in my heart, and I don't know how many tossing and turning nights I spent with him.

  Lu Jingzhi's clothes are thin and brightly colored. Shen Nanwei said that her little girl in autumn is suitable for bright clothes.

  She is not cold. Seeing the person opposite crying so devotedly, she probably does not feel cold for the time being.

  She found a big rock by the stream and sat down, listening to the people who were about to collapse.

  Using the cover of the sleeves, I turned out a few small tomatoes, one at a time.

   It's rare that she doesn't look impatient—being mentally prepared for a certain matter can relieve her restlessness to a great extent.

   "I'm sorry." Gao Zhan took a deep breath, and the cuffs were washed white, but when the rough cloth touched his cheeks, it could not only take away tears, but also draw thin slits, which he had no time to care about.

  The last apology was because he was ashamed of his trust in her. This apology is that he let the little girl here blow the cold wind and listen to him talking for so long.

  (end of this chapter)